One Empty Chair: He is such a nice guy

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

He is such a nice guy

After I started thinking about this post, Dennis Clayson published a similar piece in the Waterloo (Iowa) Courier on Sunday September 9, 2012. He dealt with plumbers, not doctors, but the effect is the same. And your thought should be the same --- "No More Mister Nice Guy"

Dennis Clayson is a marketing professor at the University of Northern Iowa (UNI) who is a 'must read' for me every Sunday in the Courier. You can find his weekly opinion on-line. He always writes interesting and provocative columns.
Click Here For Clayson

Click to see a YouTube video of "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper

Here is another fanciful story from the never idle mind of RB.

Would you pick a doctor because he was such a nice guy ... or because he could make you well? Oh sure, he tells you that everything is going to be OK, because you have chosen him for your doctor. And he would not tell you you are going to have to do hard things .... like eating differently, or exercising more ... or even endure some pain to get better. Those things will happen to the "other guy" but not to you.

He holds your hand and pats you on the shoulder and says stick with him and you will be well before you know it.

However you notice that you are not getting much better and he has been treating you for over three years now. You begin to think ..... maybe it is time to change doctors and really start to get well. But you have been leading this nice comfortable life style for so long now ....
it does not demand too much effort from you. Still, you are not getting any better.

Of course you know that if you are not taking care of yourself now and ignoring the warning signs that things will only get worse in the future.

So you start asking and are told that this other doctor.... his friends call him "mittens"... has reputation for getting things done. He has been very successful and has made a lot of money.

"Do you really want somebody with that much money treating you," says a friend. But you think, he must have made a lot of money because he knew what he was doing. Another friend says "did you ever notice how mechanical he seems .... just like a big wind up doll". Maybe that means he is organized and thinking and just is really on task, you think ... or maybe he is just like that. or maybe???? He is known for treating people who have real problems.

What is that TV doctor -- the one that is a real SOB ... Dr. House, yes that's it. He is good too (on TV ), but who would want a guy like that for a doctor.

So this 'mittens' guy... no "bedside manner" -- stiff and programmed. When he wears blue jeans it looks like he must think they are a bad Halloween costume.

But still, maybe you should go to him. He has a proven record.

This doctor you have now has not even found out what your problem is yet, let alone a cure. He just keeps throwing pills at it....(like just throwing money at a problem) and hoping it will go away. Oh .... he is throwing money at your illness, because you have to pay for all those pills .... not him. He is throwing your money at your illness, without results!

Well ... time for a change. See you on "doctor election day".

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YESTERDAY I BECAME A DEMOCRAT

A tale of a bad dream by RB

It was just so easy!

Now I can blame them for all the problems we have, but not have any responsibility myself.

Now I clearly know whom is the cause of all our problems.

And the solution is easy; take more from them and give it to me and all my poor downtrodden friends. After all they don't deserve it. They or their ancestors did not build their obscene fortunes themselves, somebody else did it for them. Now, all I ask is that they pay their fair share.

Now I don't have to worry about the future of our country. I don't have to worry about how we will pay for all of this. I know that as long as there are at least a few rich old folks around we can just tell them their fair share is higher than it was before. Or, if in two or three generations everything falls apart, well, I won't be here and others can worry about it then. So long as my friends get their entitlements now and I don't get asked to pay more, I am OK with what is going on.

Nobody talks about the fact that President Obama (now he is MY president) has seen his net worth increase by about $10 million since he started running for President in 2007. My President's tax rate is only a couple of percentage points above that Romney guy’s, but nobody is talking about that, thank goodness. Nobody is questioning MY President's wealth or how he got it. But I can sure talk about the wealth of their Presidential candidate. All of my new friends know that he is evil for having so much money.

Now I have two truly charismatic leaders ---- Bill Clinton and Barack Obama. They have only one, some upstart named Paul Ryan. They have Chris Christie too, but he hardly counts. But my leaders are the darlings of the media. And so is my first lady, Michelle Obama. Bill Clinton got in a little trouble when he was President, but when you are that good, people forgive you quickly. Besides, my new party isn't filled with a bunch of conservative old folks who don't know how to have a little fun, so it is easier for us to forgive and forget. (Secretly, a lot of my new friends fantasize about being Bill Clinton, but I don't think Hillary has anything to do with it.)

You know, there are just so many advantages to being a Democrat, I don't know why I did not do this long ago. Now I don't really have to think as much. My leaders do it for me. They tell me they will take care of me and my friends. And I believe them. I don't have to ask how, I just know it will happen. Democrats are like that.

Those Republicans, like I used to be, told me I had to think; that I had to make hard choices and that I had to remember what made our country what it is today. With them, I had to think about things like fiscal responsibility and national debt and actually telling people that they had to work for a living. Now all of that worry is gone. Someone else will do it for me and we can just continue on this long and winding road down into oblivion.

This road is so painless. I just love it. Blame the other guy. Give up a few freedoms along the way. In fact, the ditches along the road to oblivion are getting really full of freedoms we have been giving up, but not to worry.

But wait, I hear distant drumbeats. Is that a new revolution? It is those damned Republicans and libertarians, and other freedom lovers. They have not given up. They are coming to take back our country from my new friends. They are saying it is not too late yet. It is getting louder and louder. They are even asking me to come back.

I opened my eyes. It is thundering outside and I have just come back from a bad dream. Thank God. (Now I can talk about God again)